Smoke

  • January 16, 2015 / 20:30
  • January 18, 2015 / 14:00

Directors: Wayne Wang, Paul Auster
Cast: Harvey Keitel, William Hurt, Giancarlo Esposito
Germany, USA, Japan; 112’, 1995, color
English with Turkish subtitles

A film about time, place and transience from writer Paul Auster and director Wayne Wang. Auggie Wren (Harvey Keitel) runs a tobacconist on an intersection in Brooklyn, providing a haven from the hustle and flow for his coterie of peculiar customers. Every morning he takes a photograph from the same spot outside. Every day a network of strangers grows more familiar. Every night Tom Waits reminds us, ‘You’re innocent when ya dream’. A Jarmuschian treat for fans of Auster, Waits and photography.

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Trailer

Smoke

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